Eyes opened PT3 The phone woke me next morning and it was one of the girls I was seeing, inviting me round for lunch and the afternoon. As we were talking, I kept thinking about what went down with Stephen the night before and still undecided I made an excuse to her, saying I had to go somewhere on business. I lay back, still undecided, and had yet another wank, thinking about the night before yet again. My relationship with Andy had taken me by surprise and here was a similar situation in the offing again. Since Andy, I’d slipped back in to Mr womanising macho role again, having convinced myself that the four years I’d spent as Andy’s Cocksucker was just a phase, and I wasn’t even bi really, definitely not gay. As I shot my lot over my belly, I’d decided, Stephen could fuck off. I showered, shaved and called a cab but by the time I was in the cab and on my way, all I could think of was the way he’d taken control and without word he’d emptied his bollocks down my throat. I got the cab to drop me at a pub near Stephen’s place and of course my car. I ordered a large Scotch and weighed the situation up as I stood at the bar. Did I want to be a submissive to a gay man again? I had another and glance at my watch. 1250. Fifty minutes late, that would piss him off. Fuck him! Ordered another double and as doubtful as I was, I was getting so fucking turned on. I ordered a third double and by the time I’d finished that, I was feeling very pleasant, and horny! I started strolling round to his flat and he must have seen from the window because when I pressed his entry phine buzzer he said “You’re fucking late, wanker! I’ve a good mind to tell you to fuck off” Why was being spoken to like this turn me on so much? Remember, I’d been an aggressor all my working life. I was special forces, I’d worked as a minder, mercenary, doorman etc. Andy had sensed this chink in my armour and Stephen obviously had too. I mumbled that I was sorry, and he still didn’t press the entry button. After about a minute or so, he released the door and as I stepped in, he called down the stairs “Get up here and get your fucking clothes off, tosser!” Totally in shock from how meek I was being, I went to the top of the stairs, which lead in to the lounge and immediately stripped off. He was not around but I noticed that the scotch was on the table and an empty glass next to it, Suddenly, Stephen came stomping in from the bathroom, naked, cock surprisingly soft. “Pour me a drink. “ As I went to obey, he said “I suppose you’d better get a glass for yourself, you’re going to need it!” I went to the kitchen and got a glass, then filled both our glasses, handing him one. He took a long slow sip, as I did, and then looked me up and down. “D’you want this?” I thought he meant his cock, but then realised by the way he was looking directly at me he meant something else. “What sir?” “At least you remembered that!” “D’you want to serve me on a regular basis? I think you do, and I also think you need someone like me!” I said nothing. “I appreciate you have other commitments, both with work and your female friends, but if you want this to continue, I’ll expect you here at least one evening, probably running in to the next morning, each week. I’ll also expect one or two quickies, subject to your availability, i.e. sometimes when you finish at the club you can pop over and take care of my needs.” I stood there and said nothing. “Well? D’you want it or d’you want to leave now?” Without a second thought I said “I want it, please sir.” “Put your drink down, turn around and bend over.” I did and as I bent I felt his hand across my arse and it stung! He followed it with five more fucking slaps and my arse felt as though it was on fire. On the sixth slap, his and went between my thighs and he gripped my bollocks and it felt so fucking good. He was fondling my bollocks and as he did he said. “Could you live without this?” “No Sir!” Suddenly, he released my nuts and sliding his hand forward, took hold of my prick. He then pulled it back and I arched my back, unable or unwilling to resist. “Okay, let’s go in to the bedroom, I want you to play with me. To start with, anyway.” He ordered me to refill our glasses, which I did, and took them in to the bedroom. He was on the bed, cock rock hard. Indicating that I should lay next to him, he put his arm around me and I started fondling his nuts. This felt weird. I’d often laid in his position, but with my arm around a girl/woman whilst my cock was being played with. Yet it felt so fucking sexy. So sexy that without prompting, I bent forward and kissed the tip of his monster cock. I ran my tongue over the helmet a couple of times before easing his foreskin back, then forth with my lips. I so badly wanted to please him. I poked my tongue in to his peehole, pleased when I heard him moan with pleasure. “For now, you’re my cock sucker, but believe me, you’re going to become a lot more “and as he said that he groaned and I felt my mouth filling with his punk and I sucked like fuck because I so badly want to please him.